the_debt_of_time

Thankfully, Dora was doing the same, slipping out of her patched jeans and her
black and green striped knickers.
It was rushed, panicked, and desperate.
The moment he parted with his last scrap of fabric, she was wrapping her arms
around his neck and kissing him with vigour. Her devotion to him was as obvious as his
was to her. She was soft and warm, and yet she still felt slightly cool compared to the heat
coming off of his body in waves and burning against her where they touched, which was
almost everywhere as neither could get close enough to the other.
The desperation between them was incendiary.
In an overpowering need to ease their suffering, Remus reached between them,
lined his cock up against her entrance and sank deep inside the tight warmth of her body.
Dora threw her head back and moaned. Remus, however, was absolutely silent—
overwhelmed, dumbfounded, and engulfed in a flurry of sensations he had either never
experienced before or had long since forgotten. Soundless, save for the slow deep breaths
that were shakily exiting through his nostrils, he had thought to give over and let the wolf,
for once, be in control. However, the beast in the back of Remus's mind was just as buried
by the tingling magic, the pulsing blood, and the crushingly pleasurable weight of the bond
between them strengthening.
Dora rotated her hips once, the motion sucking the breath from his lungs.
Both man and wolf were revived in the motion, and they joined in synchronicity,
pushing forward and returning the witch to her back. Completely unleashed, he thrust into
her with all lack of restraint.
She moaned his name each and every time he filled her.
Nails dug into his shoulders. Hands pressed into her hips. Ankles locked behind his
back. Teeth grazed against her throat. Fingers threaded through his hair.
Sweat and heat and magic rhythmically throbbed between them.
"I'm... I'm so.. ." she muttered incoherently as her body tightened painfully
around him.
Remus watched as her hair shifted from purple to pink and red and then back again.
Running on instinct, he withdrew from her and moved south, replacing his cock with his
mouth before she had a chance to even feel the void he left behind. She tasted like heaven,